The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Bab

When Amara is busy with Biandra in her room, Bian checks her phone for days on purpose. Now, finding Tiara in front of his villa, of course Bian panicked not overbearing.

He picked up a cell phone just to contact the villa guard, and made sure not to allow any guests in. Actually, it could be that Bian went straight down and told them directly.

However, of course, he did not want to speculate that he would meet Tiara, as well as arousing suspicion in Amara. No, Bian didn't mean to lie or keep anything from Amara.

Especially about his encounter with Tiara before Bian fell ill. He just can't be honest for now, that's all.

When Bian just turned on the phone, several notifications from the operator that tell him that foreign numbers have repeatedly contacted Bian's number.

The notifications are increasingly scattered over time that ticks. For a moment, Bian held his breath as the row of incoming messages was sent by foreign numbers for three consecutive days, claiming to be Tiara and waiting for Bian in front of the villa.

Bian immediately marked the entire message and deleted it, and that's when the latest message appeared that made Bian pause while reading it.

From: +62817xxx: [I was going to wait for you to kayak three days ago, wait until you come out because I don't want to enter if there is no permission from you. I just want to see you one more time before I go back to Jakarta. But, after I just saw you with your wife's son upstairs, I'm going home now. I'm happy for you, Bi.]

From: +62817xxx: [Oh, well, during the waiting process of divorce, I same children live in the old house in Menteng. You're still inget, aren't you? My house is always open to you. Whenever you can come if you change your mind about my offer, Bi, we can start all over again. By: Women who love you— Tiara.]

Instead of replying to the message, Bian immediately blacklisted Tiara's number. It would be a lie if Bian was untouched to hear the suffering that Tiara experienced when they met.

However, how much chaos would there be if Bian gave their story a second chance, which would not even be as smooth as imagined?

Throughout his life, not once or twice did Bian live a life that never met — expectations no matter how mature he set the future with loved ones.

Betrayal, lies, dissatisfaction, despair, disappointment, and infidelity— in fact all of it is a composition that never escaped reality.

Now, Bian just had a new life. A married life with Amara, which she obtained by force. Indeed, Bian can not guarantee his life this time with Amara and Biandra will be happy.

He also could not guarantee whether to experience betrayal like he had experienced, or the possibility of him committing treason himself. In fact, Bian never knew what would happen one second ahead of him.

Yang Bian knew, now he was determined not to give a break for a word of infidelity. Either from him, or from Amara. How painful a betrayal is, Bian is full enough to swallow it.

"Nr ..." Amara's sudden voice appearing on the door of the room managed to make Bian blink in surprise. "Can you help take care of Biandra first, right? The salon guy called for a facial has come."

Bian let out a long sigh, controlling the nervousness. Then, pocket the phone into the pants pocket while walking towards Amara.

"Why you?" amara asked when she found Bian standing in front of her with a smile, without a word. "Can't you just be Biandra?"

Bian still did not reply, but his hand caught Amara's waist and pulled the woman into an embrace. For a while, Bian only smelled Amara's body, smelling her still damp hair.

"I'm sorry, yes .. because I'm sick, you're so delayed for treatment" whispered Bian while kissing Amara's neck.

Amara had no idea what made Bian behave that way. What's more, Bian's voice sounded a little pampering, and unfortunately it made Amara's heart jump.

In fact, he reflexively wrapped both hands around Bian's neck as he kissed the man's forehead.

"You've been so spoiled ever since you got sick" whispered Amara, teasing Bian. "I'm like having two babies."

"You are the one who has me." Bian tightened Amara's body until it was attached to her body.

He lifted the face from the recess of Amara's neck, then tilted his head to gently******* the wife's rannum lips.

Getting Bian's soft, intoxicating kiss, Amara inevitably opened her lips a little, giving Bian access to continue to pick him up. In fact, for a while, Amara was barely floating as a familiar hot sensation began to make the blood all over her body ripple.

Amara realized, it was not only her who burned g@ir@h that unfortunately could not be completed. As Bian pressed his body further, Amara felt something behind Bian's pants start to harden— as if to show that the man was actually burning g@ir@h.

Amara heard Bian groan in frustration as the man deepened the link of their lips. Bian's hands continued to explore Amara's back and waist behind the blouse. Just when Bian's hand squeezed Amara's rear bumper, the woman reflexively patted Bian's shoulder and removed their paging.

"It's not yet time" said Amara with a gasp of breath, no different from Bian who had appeared to be burning g@ir@h blindly.

"You're driving me crazy, Ra," Bian grumbled. Once again she kissed Amara on the cheek, as if the kiss had not satisfied her. "How long are you waiting? I can't stand you."

Amara is as messy as Bian. Lying if she doesn't want to be touched more by her husband. However, for too long Amara has not got the touch to meet her sexual needs.

"Wait another three weeks, huh?" amara said while peeping Bian's cheek longingly. "I can't stand it either. Kangen. But I can't wait until I'm ready?"

It seems that Bian has to settle for just kissing and touching Amara's body. If his wife is not ready to be executed, what can she do?

When Bian only pouted and exhaled helplessly, Amara stroked Bian's cheek gently.

"Strengthen your faith, huh, Om?" amara said with a stiff smile, trying to comfort Bian.

"His mind is strong, his faith is not strong, Love ..." Bian's voice sounded sulking like a child.

"Ntar if you're ready, I immediately tell you—"

"Three rounds," said Bian, kissing Amara's lips once more.

"Not yet, have discussed kayak—"

"No need to know," said Bian, a little pushy. "Three rounds, varied. Change styles. The wait time has long been just a dapet once doang?"

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While waiting for the Biandra to lie comfortably on the baby swing, Bian sat on the sofa holding a laptop— checking the villa sales and lodging reports of the past few days.

Amara has just undergone a series of treatments. The woman came out of the bathroom wearing only a light blue kimono towel, and inevitably Bian's eyes followed every movement Amara made.

"Mother stay with you Daddy first, yes, dear," said Amara as she leaned over and kissed Biandra's tiny cheeks. "Don't fuss, okay?"

"That's your style don't do that anyway, Ra?" chirps Bian who is behind Amara. His eyes scanned Amara's smooth white calves, and ended up in the plump bumper that had not been out of his sight.

Without turning around and still bowing to kiss Biandra, Amara muttered, "What's the big deal, Om? My people again—"

"That's you deliberately showing off your butt like your thigh in front of me. Mean what? Request teasing?" bian grumbled to make Amara suddenly jump and turn around laughing. "Make a headache, you know?"

"What was intentional?" teja Amara while smothering her mouth, holding back laughter frown upon Bian's moping reaction. "I am where your intentions tempt you."

Bian's facial water was getting gloomy, while his throat was dry until Bian gulped with difficulty. Trying to resist the turmoil of bubbling desire, as well as dampen the urge to strip Amara of her clothes and pounce on her.

"Let's see if it can be touched later," hissed Bian while leaning his back on the sofa, while his eyes again scanned the pay*dara Amara that poked between the folds of his kimono. "I'll make you lemes later."

It is not wrong Bian if for a moment his brain is filled with naughty fantasies with his wife, where his lips can freely guerrilla enjoy every inch of Amara's body, and he knows very well the woman's skin as soft as warm honey.

"No need to bother with that." Amara raised her chin as she walked towards Bian, leaned over and kissed her husband's cheek while whispering sensually, "I know how naughty you are when you're in bed."

Before Bian could comment, Amara kissed her husband's lips at a glance. However, that brief kiss turned into a hot and intense kiss as Bian pulled the back of Amara's head. Deepened her lips and pulled Amara up onto her lap.

Amara nearly chokes when Bian squeezes her rear bumper tightly, as if telling her that g@ir@h the man is already on the tile. Actually, even a little Amara did not intend to tease Bian at all, she just wanted to be spoiled and friendly to her husband— like before. However, Amara is a normal woman who likes romantic things, and clearly needs affection from her husband, especially after they have been separated for so long.

Bian knew, the more he deepened the paging of his lips that made him feel more intoxicated, the greater the pain he would feel.

So, Bian himself took off their lip links while growling in frustration, "You seem like a really bad breath making my brain cramp."

Amara did not answer, but once again put her lips close to Bian's, then bit her husband's lips with anxiety until Bian hissed in pain.

"I don't want to make you brain cramp, Om," said Amara who then switched to biting Bian's cheek. "Just want to be spoiled and affectionate with you. We're the ones who are a little bit maen sosor."

"His eyes keep on lust." Bian exhaled with a frenzied breath as Amara got up and darted out of the room while chuckling.

It took a lot of effort for Bian to suppress the g@ir@h bursts in his near-explosive body. For a moment, he considered completing his passion in the bathroom. However, it felt really embarrassing if he had to do that himself, while he now had a wife. At least, maybe later tonight he can ask Amara to help him complete the desire.

Bian let out a long sigh while pinching the middle of the eyebrow. His head rested on the back of the sofa, he needed relaxation. Not one day can make out with Amara has made her head throbbing, and she can go crazy if she has to hold the urge for the next three weeks.